Desolate streets, dying middle-aged people, there are the cries of children.

Under the dim street lamp, the tattoos on the bald guy's face made him even more hideous.

"Maasai pig, your godfather is dead, do you still want to resist?"

The light of Marseille, with only a dozen gang members left, surrounded the little child, who looked in horror at the group of people in the skull leather suit, at his father lying in a pool of blood, grief and powerlessness.

The bald guy flicked his cigar and said in a deep voice: "Charles, you are doing well, come here." ”

In the child's astonishment, a senior backbone beside him slowly stood up and walked towards the opposite side.

"Charles? You betrayed Wayne Robert?! ”

"Charles!! The whereabouts of the godfather this time, you betrayed it? ”

"Charles, why !!"

The brothers of Marseille Light looked at a young man with an inch head in disbelief, and the shoulder of the young man with an inch head was hugged by the boss of the skeleton knight, and he took the cigar handed by the other party and lit it, his brows furrowed.

"Godfather? Hehe, in that fight, Wayne Robert killed my only brother! He is a cold-blooded barbarian, who only knows how to fight for territory with the Gothic Tomahawk and the Gallic Brotherhood, and does not care whether we live or die! Wake up, right? We've been kicked out of France, we're a bunch of homeless ghosts! ”

Charles's expression was hideous, his eyes were red, and his eyes were watery.

"I don't want to do that either! But if we continue to follow this mad lion, we will all be killed!! ”

Charles kept repeating, the others were silent, the little boy was crying, and the man of the Skeleton Knight was laughing merrily.

The end of the light of Marseille is already sealed.

Robert the lion is dead, and tonight's ambush was the last straw that crushed the light of Marseille.

"Alright Charles, this is a bunch of stupid people, welcome to the Skeleton Knights. As for you ......"

The bald man put his arms around Charles and grinned at the others, "The Skeleton Knight can take you in, as long as you kill that crying imp." ”

The lengthened Lincoln stopped on the side of the road, and the bald guy had patience.

The gangsters of the Skeleton Knights, carrying baseball bats, steel bars, and wine bottles, surrounded the others, and this group of Maasai pigs will not be able to run away tonight.

The little boy was a little frightened, and as soon as his crying stopped, the eyes of everyone on the other side were playful.

No one stopped him, and the little boy trembled, and the only thing that seemed to give him a sense of security was his father's corpse, which he slowly moved away, choking back tears, shaking the cold corpse of his father.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people of the Light of Marseille also had sadness in their hearts.

Dead or maimed, or continue to eat and drink spicy food, it depends on their attitude, kill him? Kill him.

One person walked towards the little boy, and the other dozen or so people followed, and I don't know who it was, they raised their feet and kicked the little boy and fell into the mud, and the others saw the little boy get up and made up for it.

"Uncle Emir...... Uncle Lazar...... Uncle Leo...... Uncle Simon...... Don't kick me......"

The little boy got up again and again, was kicked into the mud again and again, mixed with mud and blood, and looked pitifully at the others.

In the car, the bald guy fanned the flames and said, "Can't bear it? Hahahaha, how can you dare to provoke the skeleton knight without paying a price? Tonight, this crybaby will not die, you all accompany that dead lion to hell! ”

There were light raindrops falling from the sky.

After being together for so long, they have watched Naland Robert grow up with their own eyes, what is the difference between this little guy and their own child?

But today, do you want to kill him with your own hands?

"I can't do !!"

As soon as one finished speaking, a thug in a skull leather suit behind him smashed the steel bar into his head and stabbed him neatly in the back.

"Simon !!"

"Can't do it? Who else can't do it? The skull-clad thug pinched out the bubbles in his mouth, stuck to the dead man's hair, and smiled at the others.

"Emir! Leo! The people of Maasai are not afraid of death! We fought with them! ”

The other man rushed out, scuffled with the skull-clad thugs, took down two, hit a stick, and fell to the side.

"Uncle Lazar!"

"Marseille pigs who like to provoke, damn it!"

The next moment the man's limbs were broken, his teeth cracked, and he wailed like a dying beast.

Killing chickens and monkeys twice has made other people unable to resist.

The little boy found the uncles who had been with him day and night, grabbed his hands and feet, and handed the knife to Uncle Emile, who was the best friend of his father.

Emile sighed sadly: "Little Robert, go and accompany your father." We all want to survive...... If you want to blame him, blame him for being too self-conscious. ”

"No!! Uncle Emile, you won't kill me! The boy's eyes were bloodshot, tears were rolling down his face, and a fishy smell permeated the air.

Emir's hand holding the knife was trembling, and everyone else looked at him, knowing that if the knife was not inserted, he would be the next to die.

In the car, the bald guy felt that he was about to get excited, and it was a great joy to see the opponent's child die at the hands of the opponent's brother.

If it weren't for someone to report tonight, he didn't know if the Skeleton Knight would be able to turn the tables Jedi, but he would have died tragically at the hands of that mad lion anyway.

Comfort, this feeling is so refreshing!

Amir's eyes were closed, as were the rest of the Light of Marseille, and the little boy's crying came to an abrupt end.

The blade, with the light of death, made the little boy's eyes change from fear to helplessness, and then resentment, as if a life had passed in an instant, this group of hateful faces, how he wanted to have the ability to freeze time and kill this group of people one by one!

However, when the tip of the knife stopped on his chest, it stopped.

Quiescence.

The little boy was stunned, saw a man, and firmly grabbed the emir's wrist.

The out-of-focus eyes gradually returned, it was a young man! And it's also his rival!

"It's unfortunate to see you again. It seems that I am very unlucky today. Qin Kun shrugged his shoulders and said disdainfully.

"Qin !!"

The little boy was in a great mood of joy and sorrow, and he could no longer use his expressions skillfully, in short, his cheeks were stiff, but his emotions were very excited.

When the emir saw Qin Kun, he was also very shocked, it was him?!

He had heard of this man's name, and in the light of Marseille, except for a few veterans second only to Robert, the rest of the backbone had been shaved by this guy!

The emir was emotional: "Oh Maiga, are you Qin?" Did God send you to save the light of Marseille? ”

After the emir finished speaking, he received a slap in the face, kicked in the crook of the leg, and fell to his knees.

"Of course not. It was the devil who sent me to save little Robert alone, and I got on my knees. Qin Kun smiled politely, and flicked his fingers on the emir's wrist, which was like an electric shock, and the pain was unbearable.

The dagger flew out, was pinched by Qin Kun, and handed it to the little boy.

"Do you want to live? Kill him. ”